His output may have been been hit or miss these last few years - the last thing he had resembling a hit was "The Player" in 1992, and he hasn't even found much critical favor since 1993's "Short Cuts" - but it just won't do to take Altman for granted.
But just when Tinseltown was ready to write off the unconventional, often-arrogant Altman, he returned with the ruthless satire of Hollywood, "The Player," and later "Short Cuts," a series of vignettes based on Raymond Carver's short stories.
He's made mincemeat out of most other movie genres since day one: the musical (Popeye), the detective film (The Long Goodbye), the war film (M*A*S*H), the western (McCabe and Mrs. Miller), the sci-fi film (Quintet) as well as skewering politics with his cable-TV series Tanner '88 and Hollywood with The Player.
As in The Player and Ready to Wear, Altman mercilessly satirizes a whole culture and way of life, along the way finding not a single nice thing to say about anyone or anything involved.
It seems obvious that the hypocrisies and nastiness of Hollywood, which Altman skewered in "The Player," are less worthy of examination than British class struggle and much less interesting than selling his own movie tickets, which he proceeds to do for the rest of "Gosford Park"'s length.
Surprise of surprises, the spot-on direction is by 40-year veteran Robert Altman, the distinctive and distinctly American filmmaker responsible for Nashville, M*A*S*H and The Player.